I felt the pain of the ordinary barn swallow. A nest had been formed in a humanly difficult spot: a corner ledge just above the main entry into the kitchen off the back porch of the house.
displacement
Beyond Ordinary and Proper
“There is something wrong with you,” she said, her face twisting in genuine disbelief and horror. “You are crazy.” I laughed, but comments like these were starting to get to me. At work, I’ve been sharing more and more about what my life in the city is like. By this I mean telling the fun […]